Stavanger Bay the Cairn Kiln

Whiskey was the last to join them, always lagging behind her more robust brother and sister. Doe's heart lurched when she saw how the girl seemed to sag, tongue lolling out as she tried to catch her breath. It did not bode well, but making this climb was as much a part of the Drop as entering the Sea. They were Cairns, and if they could not handle the rocks, then perhaps it would be kinder to end their struggles here.

Doe pushed those thoughts away, along with the bitterness that welled up with them. "Don't be frightened, Jule," she said softly, crouching down among her offspring, so that she might look each one in the eye. "This is a special day. You will enter the Sea, like Papa did when he was small. All you need to do is leap as high as you can, and when you get to the water, just swim to our voices. I know that you can do it," she explained, looking only at Julep and Isengrim when she said the last sentence, so that she would not lie to Whiskey's face.